selfishness

Up to the present man has hardly cultivated sympathy at all. He has merely sympathy with pain, and sympathy with pain is not the highest form of sympathy. All sympathy is fine, but sympathy with suffering is the least fine mode. It is tainted with egotism. It is apt to become morbid. There is in it a certain element of terror for our own safety. We become afraid that we ourselves might be as the leper or as the blind, and that no man would have care of us. It is curiously limiting, too. One should sympathise with the entirety of life, not with life's sores and maladies merely, but with life's joy and beauty and energy and health and freedom.

If you think that you are proud of yourself,you do not know what you are thinking.P.C.M. HermansWorldpoet 546October 9, 2016

Have we ever thought to consider that we create values that __eel_ right because they serve our current agendas, which is an infinitely different thing from values that __re_ right because they serve an eternal agenda?

What Melanie did was no more than all Southern girls were taught to do: to make those about them feel at ease and pleased with themselves. It was this happy feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land in which men were contented, uncontradicted, and safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live. So from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration. In fact, men willingly gave the ladies everything in the world, except credit for having intelligence.Scarlett exercised the same charms as Melanie but with a studied artistry and consummate skill. The difference between the two girls lay in the fact that Melanie spoke kind and flattering words from a desire to make people happy, if only temporarily, and Scarlett never did it except to further her own aims.

The trouble with Clare was, not only that she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but that she wanted to nibble at the cakes of other folk as well.

She actually said with an emotion that she seldom let appear, "Let me come with you," and he laughed. He meant yes or no - either perhaps. But it was not his meaning - it was the odd chuckle he gave, as if he had said, Throw yourself over the cliff if you like, I don't care. He turned on her cheek the heat of love, its horror, its cruelty, its unscrupulosity. It scorched her...

While it lasts, the religion of worshiping oneself is the best.

[S]elfish members win within groups, but groups of altruists best groups of selfish members. (63)

A man's interest in the world is only the overflow from his interest in himself.

How catastrophic is it when the church herself becomes secularized and expressive individualism sits in the driver__ seat in the church__ life and mission. When the church has lost connection with Christ her living head, she loses her soul.

Everyone wants everyone to be perfect for them, but they don't want themselves to be perfect for others...

Battles for truth are fought all alone but at the end its a victory for many.

...and as a result yet today we are unable to distinguish between sympathy and selfishness.

Did you close that part of your life, Drizzt Do'Urden? And now are you afraid because it might again be opened?"Drizzt shook his head without hesitation, but it was an unconvincing movement. He paused a long while, they sighed deeply. "I am disappointed," the drow admitted. "In myself, for mt selfishness. I want to see Zaknafein again, to stand beside him and learn from him and listen to his words." Drizzt looked up at Cadderly, his expression truly serene. "But I remember the last time I saw him," he said, and he told Cadderly then of that final meeting.

When the same qualities which we admire in ourselves are seen in others, even though they be superior, maliciously lower and carp at them.

We hurt people, when we give ourselves more value than others.

I have two ways of loving You: A selfish one And another way that is worthy of You. In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone. In that other love, You lift the veil And let me feast my eyes on Your living face.

Sometimes we realize that we are like facebook ,people using us for themselves , meeting each other via us , earning via us,taking all credits , even no one talking about us ,just using US .